Potpourri

Magic

My life has been filled with magic

of quantum intuition that propelled me

in a certain direction not based on a

rational decision, like when you hesitate 

for an instant before crossing the street

not knowing why, but avoiding thusly a

car careening your way. Recognizing the 

clues and acting accordingly, I moved to

Mexico, in retrospect my best decision.

None of the philosophers have come up 

with a better way to understand reality.

“The Bridge Of San Luis Rey”

Addendum 

It’s my blog and I’ll write if I want to.

I was in a nightclub at one of those booth

tables full of people I barely knew.

A stunning woman on my right leaned over

and whispered in my ear:

“I want to rub your dick and see if it gets big enough.”

I whispered in her ear:      “Help yourself.”

Autopsy

Everything of my body seems to be working.

I haven’t felt this spry in a while.

If I died suddenly, in this condition,

they couldn’t pinpoint a cause.

Especially bewildering would be the

smile my face.

Denouement 

As an old man, I don’t take many chances.

It helps to not have many passions left.

I can concentrate on survival, a kind of 

dance, dance of death maybe, beautiful 

nonetheless.

It’s a joy to still appreciate anything.

The simple pleasures are now the best;

a cup of tea, a joint, some MDMA, 

nothing fancy. (That was humor)

Gotta go! Attention span, you know.

I’m surprised I got this far.